Three years ago, a lady I rendered a service to promised to pay me on the 24th of December. (This was three months after I delivered the service) That day is usually my sacred day but I was patient.
On the 24th, she was not at home. Neighbors confirmed my thoughts that she had traveled. It was January when she came back. Was she remorseful? No, she was unhappy when I tried to talk to her. She resorted to calling me names.
I really wanted to list my degrees and academic qualifications. ‘You are no fool’, my head was saying. Talk back. Tell her how you can feed her at least. ‘Does she know who you are?’
I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. The Holy Spirit and my flesh were in a battle of will.
It was a battle that involved my pride, human ego, status. It was the ultimate test of will. It was a test.
Life will test you.
Nature will too.
Life is hard because it gives you the test first, then the lesson. —Anonymous
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